...este mundo laranja senilmente concreto...

"That's how it starts
We go back to your house
We check the charts
And start to figure it out
And if it's crowded, all the better
Because we know we're gonna be up late
That's how it starts
And so it starts
You switch the engine on
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
Then it's the memory of our betters
That are keeping us on our feet
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again
And the conversation's winding away
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
For another five years of lies
You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
Yeah, I know it gets tired only where are your friends tonight?
And to tell the truth
Oh, this could be the last time
So here we go
And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool on the road, there's always this
And if I'm sewn into submission
I can still come home to this
And with a face like a dad and a laughable stand
You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
When you're drunk
You think over and over, "hey, I'm finally dead."
Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
You look contorted on yourself your ridiculous prop
You forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And you always knew you were tired, but then
Where are your friends tonight?
If I could see all my friends tonight"

...porque ha noites e viagens dentro, fora, e dentro...
...viagens nas noites, noites que te fazem viajar...LCD reflecte isso,e obgd...